Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
My new roommate and I couldn’t be more different. I’m a quiet introvert, and he’s an outgoing fitness influencer with millions of followers, who lives his life in the spotlight.
Even though we have nothing in common, there’s still an undeniable attraction between us. We both have our reasons for avoiding relationships though, and even if we didn’t, there’s no way we’d ever fit together.
Maybe what we need is to surrender to temptation and have a fling—one that comes with an expiration date, since he’s just here for a couple of months while his new home is being renovated. We can just have fun, enjoy each other, and then walk away… right?
Or are we about to get so much more than either of us bargained for?
Surrender is a grumpy/sunshine, opposites attract gay romance set in the world of Alexa Land’s Firsts and Forever Series. It can be read as a stand-alone.
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Prologue: Tracy
February
It was one of those nights, the kind where lust overrode my higher brain functions, and all I could think about was sex.
This was always problematic, because I sucked at flirting, or even making conversation. Actually, I wasn’t good with people in general. They were messy and unpredictable, and I tried to avoid them as much as possible.
But every so often, I needed to get skin-to-skin with someone. I started craving it. What began as a whisper in the back of my mind grew louder and louder, until I finally had to give in and find someone—just for a night. That was all it took to silence that voice, at least for a while.
It was screaming at me tonight, so with a sigh, I rolled over in bed and reached for my phone. I’d signed up for yet another gay hookup app a few days ago, because I knew I’d need it soon. When I logged on, I found I had several messages. All of them were variations of the same theme—cute little twinks in their twenties, who wrote: Hey daddy, come over and fuck me.
I hated being called daddy, but apparently this was my lot in life now, at thirty-six. Should I have lied about my age? Nah, it probably wouldn’t make a difference.
Even in my twenties, I’d attracted men who took one look at me and made assumptions. I was a huge guy, six-foot-six with a muscular build. That had to mean I was your typical alpha male, a top who liked to be in charge. Honestly, most of the time I was fine with taking on that role. I definitely preferred calling the shots, because that way there were no surprises.
But I’d always fantasized about handing over control to another man, and letting him pin me to a mattress and absolutely pound me. In reality, I’d never bottomed. Not once in my life. It took more trust than I was capable of, and it would have made me feel way too vulnerable.
Fortunately, there were other ways to satisfy that need, like kneeling in front of a random stranger and sucking his cock. That was something I could let myself do, and exactly what I wanted tonight.
I exited out of my messages and opened a chat window, which listed local men who were currently online. Even though it was almost two a.m., I had a lot to choose from.
The first few names all turned out to be bottoms seeking tops. When I clicked one further down the list and his picture popped up, my jaw dropped. He’d posted the same thing I had—a shot of his shirtless, muscular body—and it was utter perfection.
His screen name was fairly generic—GymDude24752. But then, mine was SFguy4U36, so neither of us were going to score points for creativity. I clicked on his name and brought up his profile, which told me he’d signed up for the app the day before. All his bio said was: In San Francisco for the weekend, HMU.
He hadn’t even bothered to write out “hit me up.” Although, with that body, he didn’t need to make much effort. He probably had people throwing themselves at him everywhere he went.
I scrolled down to his stats, which were only half filled out. They told me he was thirty-eight and single with brown hair and blue eyes. Also, he was six-foot-seven. Fuck yes. He was actually taller than me—by only an inch, but still. That was incredibly rare.
He sounded too good to be true. It was probably a catfish who’d found that photo online. But if there was even a five percent chance I might end up kneeling in front of this dream man tonight, I was willing to roll the dice.
I actually felt nervous as I sat up and clicked on the chat icon. When the message box popped up, I wrote: Hey. What are you looking for on here?
After I sent the message, I sighed. I had no game whatsoever. None.
A reply popped up moments later. He’d written, You, maybe, followed by a smiley face. Right away, he came across as flirty and playful. I should take notes. Another message appeared: I like your photo.
I sent back, I like yours, too. That was putting it mildly. It made me want to lick my phone screen. I almost told him that, but I was worried it would come across as weird and pervy instead of funny.
His next message said: In your profile, it says you’re a top. Just to be up front, I’m not into bottoming.
I wrote: That’s totally fine. I just want to suck cock tonight. That message made me cringe. Normally, I’d never be that blunt with someone I’d known for less than two minutes. But I reminded myself I was on a hookup site and hit send.